#thank you lovely!

[lavellenchanted]

If you're still taking requests for the fic prompts ask: what about Japril + 65?

(boop boop!)

BOOP! 65. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you

"What are those?"

April glanced up at Jackson and smiled, shifting over to make room for him to sit beside her on the couch. "Old photo albums. Harriet wanted to know what I looked like at her age."

She angled the album on her knee so Jackson could see the picture she was looking at. It had been a summer's day, and she was standing outside her family's barn with one of the ponies, in an oversize checked shirt, jeans and cowboy books. Freckles covered her face, and her hair in pigtails gleaming in the bright sunlight almost as red as the thick plastic frames of the glasses she was wearing.

"Now that's a fashion choice," Jackson grinned.

April pulled a face and swatted his shoulder. "Hey! I was five. They were my first glasses, and I just picked the most colourful pair in the store, okay?"

"I'm surprised you didn't go for a pink pair with hearts on them."

"If they'd had any I would have," she said, then glanced back down at the photo and sighed. "This was when my sisters started calling me Ducky. My mom told me not to worry, that I'd grow into a swan, but it only got worse when I got to high school."

She flipped several pages forward in the album, to one taken when she was fourteen or fifteen. This was a group shot with all her sisters, but the teenage April was clearly deeply uncomfortable, holding herself back and grimacing more than smiling. Braces glinted on her teeth, and although she had swapped the red glasses for a pair that were a less garish dark purple in colour, they were a smaller style that in hindsight she could see didn't really suit her face and did nothing to conceal the acne that had started to develop in patches on her cheeks.

"You can see why I didn't have dates lining up around the corner."

"No, actually, I can't. You look fine. So you had braces and a few zits," Jackson shrugged. "We all go through awkward phases."

April gave him a look. "Don't try that with me. I've seen your high school photos, Mr Star of the Baseball Team and Prom King. I bet you had girls falling all over you."

"I wouldn't say falling ..."

She snorted. "Uh-huh. Point is, you've always been gorgeous. You wouldn't have looked twice at me in high school."

"I would have!" Jackson protested, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. "I mean, I'm not saying I wasn't an idiot as a teenage boy but you were still you. All I would have to do is talk to you and I would have realised how special you are."

April hummed sceptically, but she smiled, clearly pleased with the compliment and snuggled into him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"And your mom wasn't wrong, was she? You are a swan."

"I don't know. Sometimes - well, a lot of the time, actually, I still feel like Ducky."

Jackson frowned. "What you mean?"

"Oh, you know. I feel like this is what people see when they look at me still - the nerdy, insecure girl that no one really liked. Like I'm always trying to prove that I'm good enough, but all I ever do is really do is prove that I'm not."

Gently, Jackson brought his free hand up beneath her chin and tilted her head back so she could see his face as he replied, "You are good enough. You're more than good enough. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

"Yeah? How do you see me?"

"April, you're smart and fierce and kind, and you're the bravest person I know. And maybe you're a little neurotic at times," he said lightly, "but you're also a badass. You get up after every setback you have and you try again. You have no idea how much I admire that. You're an incredible surgeon and the most amazing mom and I don't know how the hell I got lucky enough to convince you to give me another chance but I'm grateful for it every single day."

She had flushed deeper with every word and looked up at him now with bright, shining eyes, the kind of look that usually meant a kiss - and a whole lot more - wasn't far behind. Heat rushed through him, prompting him to add in a rougher voice,

"You are also very, very sexy, and I would be more than happy to take you upstairs and prove that to you."

"Oh yeah?" April arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slow, teasing smile, and Jackson knew they weren't going to be looking at any more photos tonight. "I think I might just take you up on that."

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. "Then I guess I'd better get started."

#japril #jackson x april #jackson avery #april kepner #otp: I want the whole damn thing #my fic #thank you lovely!

[runa-falls]

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passed out trying to read this

#thank you lovely! #valentine...msgs....late....response #romana TAG

[itbmojojoejo]

Do you have a favorite gifset you have created so far? 👀

Hello lovely anon! I do have a couple of gifs that are my favourites, thank you for asking, even if I do feel awkward tooting my own horn/showing off my stuffs.

For the HOTD its these two pretties from when I started playing around with gradients and mask layers - I'm particularly fond of Aegon's I adore it. OH and this Alicent & Rhaenyra gif!

and more recently I played around with colours after rewatching Blade Runner 2049 because.. I just love colours alright? And I am mesmerised by the yellow set...

(couldn't find it in gif finder so yeah I'm reposting but it's fine bc it's my own gif.)

I would love to do more colour gradient/rainbow sets of films/shows but get worried no one wants to see it/cares for it BUT I am working on getting rid of that mind set, I need to trust and follow my own creative flow more often...anyway this was long winded lmao xo

#i really do love colour theory and cinematography and all that so if anyone wants to shout about it with me im here #thank you lovely! #asks #mojogifs

[wetcatspellcaster]

Hello! I have been a big fan of your Rosalie for a while now, and I would just like to submit, in honor of the latest chapter of Pieces, Pizza Hut’s Break Up Excuse Generator (for context: they are doing promotional break up pizza).

The text is very cursive, and a bit hard to read, but I love the idea of the Vampire Ascendant receiving a fancy calligraphic missive with one of these XD XD

Thank you so much again for all your writing!!

Damn, I know we're supposed to be roasting the Ascendent. But Jarstarion came through on the first try :')

#thank you lovely! #asks #wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth

[jimbotkirk]

Drawing request!

Jim putting Christmas lights on the captain’s chair!

Ask and ye shall receive 😌

#Star Trek #thank you lovely! #request tag #jim kirk #aos #my art

[sprout-fics]

what about 18 for the ask game? 💕

18. Do you still love stuffed animals?

Not as much as I used to. As a kid I had a whiteboard detailing the rotating schedule of my stuffed animals that would sleep with me, but now I constantly have the fish the few I have out from under my bed when I inevitably knock them off. My favorite is a blue stuffed dragon that doubles as a heating pad which is not only so soft, it's perfect for period cramps.

#ask game #Thank you lovely!

[aurevell]

okay, so, i just recently reread both Deep Green and Neon Hours and i love the way you write Stiles and Lydia's friendship, it is such a delight and also feels very authentic—especially in Deep Green where we see quite a lot of it!

also, more generally, i really enjoy how you write the individual characters and how they interact with each other!

okay....this made my day, and i needed it. today has seriously been a day! I have such a big smile on my face right now!

and this is delightful especially because I LOVE writing Stydia as a brotp - Stiles and Lydia are so fascinating, both as individual characters and because I think they see through each other in ways that makes their friendship compelling. That, and the fact that they can both be low-key insane in the right context.

#thank you lovely! #ask #🥰

[soaps-mohawk]

3 and 17~

Thank you!! 😊

I just answered 3 here.

17. Favorite blog(s) in your favorite fandom?

Lord I don't have a favorite fandom lmaooo I just kind of float between several depending on the mood lol I also don't follow a ton of blogs, but I'll drop some of my favorites from various fandoms lol.

@ohbo-ohno, @konigsblog, @shotmrmiller, @sleepyconfusedpotato, @bobaprint (yes I'm including you), @evilvvithin, @yautjaapologist, @mrkida-art, @ilustrariane to name a few.

I'm still looking for Call of Duty blogs to follow so if you have some recs...👀

Send a number to my inbox and I'll answer questions

#thank you lovely! #answered

[honestlydarkprincess]

jess, baby. accidental sexting please please please with the reddest cherry on top

Hehehe anything for you dear <3 so this fic is for @bucksbackwardcap who had the great idea of eddie, our beloved technologically challenged bean, in his meeting people era attempting to use dating apps. i haven't decided exactly how everything is going to play out but i do know that eddie is going to text buck thinking he's texting someone else >:)

I love accidental fics like whether it's accidental confessions or texting mishaps or overhearing things and misunderstanding them, it's all so juicy so i'm hoping i can make this a good fic!

here is the snippet if you're interested <3

ask me about my wips

#thank you lovely! #i hope you enjoy !! #t tag #jeeyuns #tag games #buddie #buddie wip #911 #jess gets mail! 💌

[tinknevertalks]

Hi hi 😊 For the fanfic writer asks!

🍄🥑🍕

Hi hi! Thanks for the ask!

🍄 How do you come up with ideas for your stories? - They come from anywhere and everywhere. 😅 Songs, games, a random comment on the radio, someone pointing something out on Tumblr. It's great, but also a pain in the arse because sometimes I don't write down the idea and so I forget it.

🥑 What are you currently working on? - There isn't much of a list, because work and parenthood are kicking my arse atm, but there's: 

the roommate fic

the “Helen decides that if Abby is so in love with Will, and Will won’t listen to Abby’s comments about what she likes in bed, she (Helen) will tell him exactly how to behave” fic (slowly working on that one - it has its opening scene that needs reworking)

the mash up fic of Your Girlfriend and The Walls Are Way Too Thin (this has been on the back-burner for about a year and a half - it's an AU where the guys from The Five are sharing student digs, and Helen/John get together, except Nikola thinks there might be something between him and Helen (there is, because Helen has chemistry with everyone), and James is pining hard for John. Nigel’s just there, trying to do his Chemistry degree and drink tea. Its based on a song by Blossoms and another by Holly Humberstone, and it is plaguing me to write it).

Like, there are wips I should be working on (like I have one where Helen is a vampire, and both she and Nikola are psychically connected and cannot be ten feet away from each other, or one where Will can see all the strings connecting people to each other) but I'm either not in the right headspace or I just don't know what comes next (I have a Teslen version of The Mummy I've been writing for years on and off - Nikola, Nigel and Helen have just got on the boat in Cairo, and Helen’s all cleaned up (because she’s Rick in this caper) and aaaah), so I don't actively think of them as wips. My brain is weird.

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic? - Any time someone leaves an essay (19 Edits not withstanding), or when someone comments on a fic they wouldn't normally touch because they saw it was me. I super 100% appreciate that. :)

#ask meme answered #ask meme answer #chartreuseian #thank you lovely!

[prolix-yuy]

hi, we've hardly talked, but i'm a huge fan of your writing (and just your being in general) and i'm a little tipsy and need to scream about this with someone:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRvVvdu2/

WHY IS THIS MASKED AND ARMORED MAN SO GOSHDARNED SEXY?!?! I CAN'T 🥵

anyways, i hope you've had a lovely day so far ✨️

Hi Kaitlin! Thank you for coming in and being so sweet on a Wednesday night! I hope you got to have some tasty drinks!

Okay pleasantries aside...

BARK BARK BARK HOWLLLLLLLL god masked armored men (and honestly, women too) just hit so gooooooood. I know he's struggling with the Darksaber. I know he's kinda shit at it. But this edit makes me want to fall to my KNEES (for many reasons). My LORD is he fine. GODDAMMIT. I am once again despondent that he is not a real person I can track down and leap upon. Thank you for gracing my inbox with this gorgeous porn hunk of a man, I need him in all ways.

whoops now I'm just in the pit

#thank you lovely! #friendship is best when it starts in thirst #and you are in very good company my friend

[javelinbk]

4 &11 for fic readers asks!

I read fic. Ask me stuff. For each of the following questions, I can answer only in emojis or reaction gifs.

4. How does reading smut make you feel?

11. What do you look like when you’re waiting for an update?

#thank you lovely! #not sure why I went for paul for both #I guess that’s just who I think of when I think about sex and delayed gratification #fic reader asks #ask game

[disciple-of-frost]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

#Thank you lovely! #That means a lot. #🥹 #Inbox Answered #Not FF

[itbmojojoejo]

Uhtred x Reader?!

Do tell...👀

(No pressure)

💚💚

AAAAHHHHHH !!!

It's a smutty drabble I am writing RIGHT THIS MINUTE! May be posting it in the next 24hrs if I don't get too scared to post it😅 I don't understand why or how he has infiltrated my brain but...

#thank you lovely! #wip game

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Hi! I love your writing, esp with Gilbert! Can I request a scenario? I have this head cannon that Gilbert wears colored contacts due to years of torment from the church and peeps. Can I get a scenario where he gets something in his eye and the reader walks in and catches him changing them?

Hello, Lovely~ This didn't quite go the way I originally intended, but so few of my posts actually do. I thank you for your patience and such a good request, and I hope you enjoy.

​​Wow, he was a mess.

Bemused, he ran a hand through his hair, a fine snowfall of flour cascading in its wake, drifting to the floor.

He really hadn't meant to let things get so out of hand, but there was something about you that made him feel young again, something about your expression- never really annoyed, though you always tried so hard to make it seem that way- that always made him a little giddy. And what had started as an innocent baking session quickly turned into a flour fight, white powder coating the countertops and cabinets.

He offered to flip a coin for the bathroom, but you had more or less shoved him in there first, worried about the clumps sticking to his lashes.

A good call, he silently agreed with a wince, the familiar sensation of something in his eyes prompting the need to change out his contacts.

He made quick work of it, relieved he thought to keep a spare pair in his pocket for emergencies. He hadn't told you about-

Yeah. He was planning on keeping those a secret until your dying day. Or his. Whichever came first.

The cold water did fast work, the soap clearing away the clumps that were were being the more stubborn of the lot. He tried not to rush too much; it'd suck if he missed some and had to change out his contacts again. Yet he couldn't fight away the sense of urgency, the sounds of your tidying up fading away, your footsteps getting closer to the door.

Shit, shit, shit.

He only had one-

"Do you think we-"

He hadn't heard you knock on the door, your hand hanging uselessly in midair, eyes wide in surprise, jaw slack.

Terrific.

He quickly turned away from you, nearly dropping the other contact in his haste. He was scarcely aware of your coming closer, only acknowledged your nearness when your reflection- still wide-eyed- appeared in the space behind his shoulder in the mirror.

A spared glance was all it took to confirm that you were, indeed, staring at his eyes. He felt that familiar flush of shame, the need to shy away, hide away.

"Please don't say anything. I know they're-"

"They're beautiful."

"-ugly." He finished while leaning over the sink to get closer to the vanity. It took a beat too long for your words to truly reach him, and he was drawing back again, turning around to face you with surprise. "Wait, what?"

You had a look on your face, one he would swear was almost awe. Which was ridiculous, really. Why would-

His thoughts short-circuited when your hand gently settled against his cheek, that soft look somehow even more gentle than before.

There was a smile to it now, and he could feel his treacherous ears warming in response.

"It's like falling in a field of poppies, or a warm sunset."

"You aren't-" He started, failed, retreated, regrouped, resumed. "You don't think they're ugly?"

Your expression shifted into disbelief, annoyance, concern. "God, no. It's such a pretty color!"

He forced some of his tension away. This was you after all; if there was one person he knew he could trust, one person he could let past his defenses- It was always going to be you.

"You'd be the first to think that."

This close, he could see the way your eyes narrowed, the subtle movement of the muscles in your jaw. In a breath, you had processed your understanding, schooled your features, though there was no removing the slim brush of anger in your words, gentle and calm as they were. "That's why you've been hiding them?"

Centuries, a millennium- He lost count of how many years he'd been hunted, tormented, mocked, tortured for his appearances, never mind the whole immortality thing.

Even as the world changed, as ideals and perspectives and society changed, he had still received the looks, heard the whispers that were intentionally spoken just loud enough for him to catch. He was something other, something else.

"The Others- They can blend in more easily. Even Vlad can convince people his are just a weird shade of hazel, but when you're deathly pale walking around with blood red eyes-"

"I'm so sorry."

He felt his heart melt just a fraction at that, his thoughts pulled momentarily from their downward spiral. "Hey, it's okay. It's not your fault."

You frowned, far from reassured, but he continued. "It wasn't till the '50s when I first was able to get a pair. Only thing I could smuggle in were some brown ones, but they worked." His words trailed off, thoughts fading to wisps.

It was quiet for a few moments when a question was slipping past his lips, unbidden, unexpectedly. "You really like them?"

You had been studying him intently, surprise swiftly following when you realized he had asked you a question. He could see you weighing it carefully, needing only a moment before you were speaking.

"I do. They're like- Like a warm campfire at the end of a long day. They make me think of ripe strawberries, and the roses you bought me last week- which I'm still upset about!"

He couldn't fight his grin at your exasperation. "I'm allowed to spoil you once in a while."

"But you should save your money..."

"If I can't treat my better half to flowers and their favorite dinner when they had a shitty day at work, then I don't deserve to be with them."

"Gil..."

He would never get tired of your hugs.

You hugged with your everything, your entire heart and soul pouring into it. It was always warm, always with a promise to whoever you were embracing that nothing, no one, mattered than them, that the moment you were sharing was the most important moment, that every moment before or after was inconsequential.

He let himself melt into it, tried to convey how important you were, tried to show how much he loved you without words. Judging by your sigh, the way you melted into him, you followed his meaning perfectly.

He lost track of time there, neither of you really adamant to pull away. But after a while, you were humming pensively, a stray sentence slipping past your lips. "Father Christmas."

He tried not to laugh- really, he did- but a confused huff of laughter had him pulling away, just enough to raise an eyebrow at you, studying you with amusement. "Was ist das?"

You were smiling, something that made the years fall from your shoulders, that light he loved so much shining bright. "Your eyes... They make me think of Father Christmas, that bright, warm red. Or maybe a cardinal in the snow. Holly berries?"

"My eyes make you think of Yule?"

"Yeah. But not just that..."

He really shouldn't press, should let this conversation pass, let tradition reclaim its role. But oddly enough, surprisingly enough, the comparisons-

"Have any more?"

"Just a few," you hummed, while also trying to force away a small, bashful smile.

"Enlighten me?"

You were exaggerating when you said you had only a few.

Over the next few weeks, at random times, you would give him more suggestions; sometimes a quick Snap to show exactly the shade (the 6 am fog with its trail of tail lights making their morning commute), and sometimes a random Telegram ding would interrupt his workflow, bringing him a single word that would made him smile (ladybugs!, rubies., Louboutin?, BOOKS!).

It took a few weeks, but he soon grew comfortable enough to stick to his glasses when alone with you.

The whole world could go on with all of its inflexibilities and narrow-minded ways; when he was alone with you, he was no longer the demon child, the son of a witch, the Devil's herald.

You told him that his eyes made you think of warmth, of light, of all the bright and beautiful parts of the world.

After a few weeks, he was actually starting to believe you.​

Thanks for reading!

#prussia x reader #aph prussia #hetalia prussia #hws prussia #aph gilbert beilschmidt #hws gilbert beilschmidt #hetalia gilbert beilschmidt #gilbert beilschmidt x reader #thanks anon #anon request #anon ask #thank you lovely! #I hope this came out okay

[tarrenterror25]

Congrats on 200 followers! 5 and 8 for the fandom asks <3.

Thank you so much! And thank you for supporting my writing! It's been awesome getting to know you!💕

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

AU's! I feel like they disappeared for a bit?? But I'm seeing a lot of them! Like yes, please let's have fun and put the futuristic alien in a solarpunk regency setting. Even if it doesn't divert that far from the canonical setting, like doing pre-breakout stuff for The Last of Us, I want more people to expand the worlds and add their own flair or something because it's so much fun reading that kind of stuff. I also love doing that sort of thing.

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (ship, trope, an episode, etc.)

So I already answered this here, but I'll add another thing!

I hope more people come to appreciate angst in fics. I see quite a few folks who don't like it and that's fair, but also like...I wanna feel things. I want drama, suspense, all of it!

#thank you lovely! #spring is in the air #200 follower event